Let's start with Ugly. There's a lot of ugly in the world, no matter what the GAP says.
The Ugly is the illness that swept through my family last week. Sheesh!
I'm not positive, but you may want to wash your hands after reading this post.
I also had to do taxes. For 2006. That was ugly. I always thought taxes were for the little people. You know. Poor people. Turns out I'm one of them.

But, there's good news! Yes, the Rocktober to Remember is going great! I actually saw a baseball player hustle from the plate *all the way* to 1st base! What's his name, Matsui or something. 2nd baseman. Heh. Must be playoff season!
The new-look Rapids may look a lot like the old-look Rapids, but come Fall playoff battle time, there's nobody better looking and scrappier than the Rapids.
Rarely, I don't care how they get the win, as long as they win. Last night was one of those nights in some respect. Blisteringly atrocious play at times in the back half, the Rapids also had some stellar forward passes and some crazy finishing. How often does a defender get to redeem his embarrassing header in the same sequence to score a stunningly critical goal?
I haven't been drinking much lately (see above: sick, tired, poor), so at first I blamed that last, purely sublime goal by BilFish to Omar Cummings on the strong Colorado Avalanche brew I was partaking of. Then I drained my beer, looked through the foamy bottom of the glass, and realized with the help of our exciting Spanish-language announcers that indeed, it was Conor Casey with a killer run and stylishly-weighted pass through to the young Omar.
On the down side, Cummings blew by US Men's National Team Rising Star(tm) Defender Sacha Kljestan. That wasn't pretty.
Now, I'm on too many antibiotics to make sense of the playoff tie-breakers picture, so I haven't bothered to look. But my understanding is that, technically, we are still in it to win it!
If we can just look to the Galaxy (Circa 2005, 2007) for hope, I think we'll get the idea of what we need to do...
Beat the living soccer crap out of Fake Salt Lake, win the Rocky Mountain Cup for the 3rd straight year -- thus owning the world's first Soccer PET (Perpetual Expansion Team), and then gather my Chicago voodoo dolls and start spiting them with epithets and bad advice.
Posted by BilFish at October 14, 2007 06:40 PM